Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Insecurity of Yours

I know what I'm about to face of future would somehow close to rancid cheese sticks. I could hardly smell roses of lately. And everything else around just seems to real.
I'm no longer floating freely on fantasy.
I took the time off just to study myself well. Being all to myself without any disruption from any human kind. I thought it'll be better once I ease my mind close to nature. Then I turned around, after all, in between me, I still need someone to held on my back. At times, I just hope I'll wish for something better years ago. Maybe I wished too soon. I should have tackle a tacit implementation.
Signing off @ 11:20:00 pm |
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